Diamond Moon - Swimsuit Promo Match

[3ho]

It was, perhaps, needless to say, things had not gone according to Jun's plan. Flat on her back with the weight of her opponent bearing down on her was hardly the place she thought she'd be in, five minutes in. There was no advantage here for her, no speed, no endurance. Just getting laid upon. There was a moment, a mere spark of a thought in her head, that consider this probably would be the best outcome if she was going to lose. No abuse other than the insufferable attitude and condescension her opponent had for her. Unfortunately to Jun, that was just about as bad as abuse.

Jun pulled and tried to twist, hoping to move Avery to one side or the other. First her arms were applied, her embrace tightening with the strain of her attempted strongarming. Her colored sleeves constricting around the sides and back of the blonde. They weren't alone, however, and Jun threw her shoulder and hips into the mix, but barely managing to earn a lift off of the wood. Stubbornly, the popstar repeated the motion, inadvertently stirring the form-locked pair to justle and rub against each other.

"“Aw, my Moonpie, you’re adorable when you’re feisty,”

Oh God... She was insufferable!

Jun thought hearing her last name twisted into a little pet name. It only drove Jun into a frustrated frenzy, working all harder to move Avery off but it only succeeded into producing a constant strained pant.

"Not happening!"

Jun responded swiftly. She wasn't going to regret calling Avery a cow. It was the one thing she felt good about right now. Besides, that much was the truth with how much the other weighed on top of her!

There were probably better things than to try the same thing over. Well, more accurately, it would have been better to try something over the repeated struggling attempts at shifting Avery off of her, but Jun ended up with a one-track mind. She wanted Avery off!

Even as the phone came out of that cleavage, Jun didn't let up. Her mid-struggle and panting with the downward view of the dominating cleavage of the blonde pressing down on Jun's, that photo was going to be a clear winner in some fan vote. Though Jun had missed it, she didn't miss the commentary out loud of her opponent. What was she going to drink? That was going to be her idea! Casually pose with a drink while the cow was dumped in the pool!

"Ugh!" Jun grew frustrated and finally ceased her struggles for the moment, letting her arms slide off the blonde as she titled her head back in annoyance. "That was going to be my idea..." Jun complained through her labored breaths, ignoring Avery's jest at her attitude. The realization hit her as a bead of sweat trickled along her forehead and down to her ear. Was she actually wearing herself out? No... The heat of the sun, the ceaseless struggling, and well the body pillow on top of her, had helped warm her up. Then her breaths were cut short with her chest compressed by the other, not enough to strangle her but enough to get her panting.

She needed to fight this smarter. Frustration was causing her to lose focus... but how could she resist that temptation when she was dealing with Avery!

As Avery sat up, Jun would try her luck. She'd scramble the moment most of Avery's weight was removed to slide off the chair on the opposite side of Avery, rolling to a low crouch to try and get some distance. Take a run at this match again.

[RockRye]

Avery let out a laugh at Jun’s audacious claim, the sound rich and dripping with amusement. “Oh, was it?” she asked with mock surprise, her tone as saccharine as it was insincere. “Well, don't I owe you an apology, then. Sorry for stealing your brilliant strategy—ordering a drink while holding you hostage. How absolutely groundbreaking.”

She tightened her grip briefly, ensuring Jun couldn’t slip away just yet. Avery leaned closer, her voice dropping to a honeyed whisper that only Jun could hear. “Of course, you’re no effort to me. But I’ll admit, I plan on exerting myself anyway, just to make your resort day a living hell. Not because I have to… but because I want you and everyone who worships you to remember this.”

With a wicked grin, Avery began to rise, fully intending to drag the idol along with her to continue the punishment. But Jun, quick and clever, made good use of her surroundings. As Avery adjusted her grip, the smaller woman twisted sharply, her movements nimble and unpredictable. Jun darted to the edge of the broken chair, using its unsteady debris to coil up and slip free of Avery’s grasp.

For a moment, Avery was left holding air, her hand clenched around nothing. She blinked, then let out a sharp exhale, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. “Typical,” she muttered, her voice laced with annoyance. But Avery was not one to let frustration linger, and her irritation transformed quickly into determination.

Straightening, she whirled on Jun with practiced precision, her long legs covering the sand in powerful strides as she closed the gap. Jun was quick, scooting over the shifting sands like a dancer avoiding the tide. But Avery’s focus honed in, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. With a fluid motion, Avery reached out, her thick arm looking to snake around Jun’s neck and jaw in one decisive sweep so she could yank her back, back toward Avery's original destination further down the beach.

“Not so fast, Moonpie."

[3ho]

Finally a moment of space was afforded to Jun. She kept herself in a low crouch as she glanced over at the annoyed Jun wasn’t going down like this. She wasn’t some beach mat for Cruella… Though the irony of her own hair color was not lost to her, but Jun was far more likable. Unlike Avery.

All the evidence Jun needed was that threatening monologue about how this’ll be a living hell because she wants to. Who gets that vile over getting handed a weekend away to a private beach resort? The idol clicked her tongue as she thought that just about anyone else in the roster could have been fun. Yet she was stuck with Avery.

“Who died and made you the Evil Queen?” Jun smirked defiantly as her opponent expressed annoyance.

“I just wanted a vacation out of the deal. The least you could be is grateful.”

Jun did mean that. She didn’t mind exploiting brands and promotions for free things. It was a habit for her and she didn’t mind if others got something too. But Avery? She didn’t deserve a thing.

Her hand clasped and scooped a handful of sand while she remained low, careful to select the side which was hidden from Avery’s point of view. As the blonde approached with an outstretched hand, Jun rose and threw that handful of sand right at Avery’s face!

It was crude but necessary to show the “Queen” up. It wasn’t all that Jun had intended either. The sand would get a reaction out of Avery but how successful it was in blinding Avery, Jun didn’t know before she went all in as she charged. She leapt, throwing forward her feet in the leap and propelled them forward in a dropkick aimed at Avery’s center mass!

“Hyyah!” Jun whooped as she leapt. All hoping to plant the bitch right on her ass!

[RockRye]

Avery’s eyes narrowed as she stalked forward, her every step calculated and deliberate. The defiance in Jun’s eyes was almost palpable, but it only made Avery’s confidence swell. And at Jun's question about her "queendom," Avery’s lips curled into a sly, almost amused smile that broke into laughter. “Oh, darling, it’s about presence, poise... and the fact that I could make you crumble with a single word. And yet, you’re still here, trying to be something you’re not.” She took another step forward, her chin raised high. “I don’t need to be anointed. I simply am the queen.”

Avery’s hand reached out, fingers almost brushing Jun’s neck, ready to claim her, to remind the idol of her place. But before she could seize control, Jun reacted with surprising speed and hurled a handful of sand directly into Avery’s face.

Avery screamed in shock, her eyes immediately watering, both from the sting and the insult. She recoiled, her hands flying to her face as she stumbled back. “You—” The words came out in a strangled hiss, every ounce of her composure momentarily shattered. She wasn’t the type of woman who was used to these sorts of base, tactless tricks.

She shook her head fiercely, trying to blink away the sand. But before she could get her bearings, she felt a sudden, sharp impact to her abdomen. Jun’s feet slammed into her midsection with surprising force, making a loud, guttural “Oomph!” escape Avery’s lips as her body folded slightly from the blow. She staggered backward, her arms flailing for balance, before she crumpled into the sand with a heavy thud.

She stayed there for a moment, eyes squinted shut as she tried to clear the grit from her vision. The tears stung, and her heart hammered in her chest. It took everything in her not to lash out immediately. She wiped her eyes once more, the disdain in her features palpable as she willed herself to see clearly again and forced herself to rise. "You filthy little worm," she spat, her voice low and venomous. Each word seemed to slice the air between them. "You think tossing dirt in my eyes makes you clever? Pathetic. You're not even worth the sand you just threw."

[3ho]

Jun’s bare feet slammed into that lightly toned midsection with force. The impact sent a recoil up her legs that hurt but not as bad as Avery must have been.

“Mmph..” The idol grunted as she landed on her side, the landing sending another round of pain through her body but again, she suspected it was worth it.

Sitting up almost immediately, she eyed the self proclaimed queen to see how awful it was going for her.

Still laying there. Good. Jun thought as she scrambled up to her feet. In a normal match, she might have proceeded with a follow-up. A submission, a stomp, anything to keep her opponent down but this match was about social media points. Her own rules that she was trailing in.

Reaching to her thigh, she drew her phone and pivoted on the spot making sure to angle the view down on the Avery. Keeping herself in frame, Jun posed offering a peace sign and a satisfied smile.

Guess who is eating dirt?? #MooniesWin #QueenMean #LAW

“Guess who is eating dirt… And send~” Jun muttered her tweet out loud. She turned to face the complaints of her opponent, slipping her phone back into its thigh pouch.

“You know I was aiming for that big mouth of yours so I’m surprised I missed and got your eyes. Clumsy me~”

[RockRye]

Avery wiped the last of the sand from her eyes, blinking rapidly as the gritty particles clung to her wet lashes. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out Jun before her, a blue-and-white blur. The faint sound of Jun's phone camera snapping another photo made her pulse flare. Avery could already imagine the image. Her, disoriented, blinded by the sand, looking foolish in front of everyone watching. That thought cut deeper than she wanted to admit, pulling her attention back to a time she’d rather forget but for a moment.

The tape. It had been a brief lapse in judgment, one reckless decision that had spiraled into public humiliation. She'd learned the hard way what it meant to be the subject of endless gossip and cruel whispers. But that was in the past now, a chapter she'd moved on from. Even so, the thought of another image of her being shared like that, of being caught looking foolish again, stoked the flames of her fury.

With a sharp exhale, Avery shook off the memory, focusing all her energy on the present. Her feet dug into the sand as she powered toward Jun, her body moving with practiced intensity. The sand slowed her down slightly, but she pushed past it, her legs pumping with authority, each step purposeful and strong. Her muscles flexed under her skin, reminding her of the strength she'd built, the effort she’d poured into making herself more than just a pretty face. Her hips swayed with her stride, her upper body following suit, every curve a testament to the force behind her.

With a grunt, Avery threw her arm forward in a clothesline, aiming to take Jun down with brutal force. She twisted her body into the motion, her shoulder driving into the strike, and she could feel the power of the movement in her biceps, her chest, her core. The clothesline was meant to hit hard, to slam into Jun with enough force that she wouldn't be getting up for a while.

[3ho]

Jun titled her head as she watched the emotions stir in her opponent. What was she going to say? Try something witty or maybe she was finally coming to grips that Jun Moon wasn’t a joke after all. Perhaps best of all was that it finally shut up that stupid mouth of hers.

“Awww, not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?”

Jun taunted, choosing to ignore the risk of egging on an opponent larger than her. However the larger risk was taking her eyes off of.

“Excuse me ladies”

Jun’s head turned to see a man in a pressed uniform standing up on the landing just before the beach. His hand held out supporting a tray that carried a fresh icy drink.

“May I ask who ordered the strawberry daiquiri?”

“I-“

Jun started but was cut off the moment Avery’s forearm clubbed against the side of her head. Her words instantly lost in the violence of getting her head metaphorically cleaved in half.

For Jun she had never taken a hit like that. Not even half as bad. She was out like a light the moment her feet left the ground as the rest of her body lifted and then flopped to the ground in a limp heap to the sand at Avery’s feet.

[RockRye]

Avery’s sharp eyes briefly caught the figure of a man approaching in the periphery, a drink in hand, just as her arm crashed into Jun’s skull and neck with a thunderous impact. The clothesline sent the smaller woman tumbling to the sand in a heap. Avery let her body ride the momentum of the strike, turning her head slightly to note the man’s progress before planting her feet firmly in the warm grains beneath her. She exhaled a sharp, satisfied breath, tossing her tousled hair back with a deliberate flick of her fingers to regain her regal composure. The sting of the sand in her eyes faded under the glow of triumph.

With the smaller woman sprawled at her feet, Avery adjusted her stance, a smirk growing as the man stepped closer. His voice finally reached her as she turned fully to him, her keen gaze locking onto the drink in his hand. Her lips curved with sly amusement as she tilted her head, letting her eyes do the heavy lifting of her flirtation.

“Lovely,” she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. “That would be mine.”

She didn’t wait for confirmation, sauntering toward him with deliberate grace. Her hips swayed with confidence, and the faint sheen of exertion on her bare skin only enhanced her radiant presence. Reaching him, she took the drink from his hand, her fingers brushing his just long enough to leave an impression. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured, lifting the glass to her lips. She sipped slowly, savoring the sweetness as she turned her gaze back to Jun.

With her opponent lying motionless in the sand, Avery’s smirk deepened. She strode back to Jun, her composure and regal aura fully restored. Dipping into the pocket of her shorts, she retrieved her phone, planting her bare foot on Jun’s face for emphasis. The toes of her powerful, elegant foot pressed into the idol’s cheek as she snapped a picture, capturing the striking image of dominance. Satisfied with the shot and her tag of #defeet, she pocketed her phone again and turned her attention to the next phase of her plan.

Rather than hauling Jun over her shoulder, Avery crouched briefly to seize her by the arm. With a firm tug, she dragged the limp idol across the sand, her expression unbothered by the effort. She brought Jun to the nearest beach chair, where she unceremoniously pushed her rival’s figure over the seat. With calculated grace, Avery reclined into the chair herself, positioning one burly, powerful thigh beneath Jun’s midriff and the other above it.

Settling into a comfortable position, Avery leaned back, the picture of control and poise, her drink in hand. As she sipped her daiquiri, her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her gaze drifting lazily over the beach. She waited for the idol to stir, ready to greet her with further pain.

[3ho]

Jun would have been surprised she didn’t dream when knocked unconscious. Assuming she could even think about it during the moment anyway. In retrospect she might recall it but for now it felt just like an absence of time, a gap in her memory. One moment she was standing about to take an offered strawberry daiquiri. Then nothing and then the next moment…. well, Jun would have wished to be anywhere but there.

“Unh…”

Jun grunted in stirring. Her eyes were still closed but her head throbbed. She also felt her head dangling off of a ledge. Opening her eyes, she saw sand and the bottom of a beach chair as she looked underneath it. Her legs were on the other side like she had been lain across in the wrong direction.

“My head… ow…”

She whined, lifting her head by the neck so she was leveled with her shoulders. Her attention first went to the beach, the lowering evening sun still shown brightly in the sky as it approached the horizon, not quite casting the evening hues of orange.

Jun blinked as she took a breath finding it rather constrained. She turned her gaze around but never made it to focus on exactly what was around her waist and instead met the gaze of the woman who had helped herself to the earlier offered drink.

Her heart sank as memory came flooding in to exactly what was going on. Jun frowned before her expression soured to annoyance.

“Enjoying yourself because you didn’t have to hit me that hard!”

[RockRye]

Avery’s body tensed with anticipation as she watched Jun begin to stir beneath her, the idol’s movements small and sluggish. She could feel every subtle shift in Jun's position. The tension roiled inside Avery like a predator on the hunt, savoring the slow unraveling of her opponent’s strength. She took a slow sip of her daiquiri, almost savoring the drink more than the moment itself, knowing that Jun was about to learn just how little control she truly had.

When Avery spoke, her tone was smooth and dripping with condescension. “I’m sorry I didn’t hit you harder,” she said, her eyes scanning Jun's vulnerable form. “But I think what I’m about to do next will make up for that.”

With that, Avery’s legs—thick, muscular, and powerful—began to tense. Her thighs bulged with strength as her calves flexed, pressing into Jun’s sides. Every muscle in her lower body shifted as her core tightened, preparing for the full weight of the hold. The pressure built slowly at first, but Avery knew she was in full control. Her ankles locked with precision, the feeling of her powerful legs drawing her opponent deeper into her grasp.

Then, she squeezed.

The pressure was immediate and devastating. Avery’s legs clamped down with a vise-like grip, her thighs flexing with raw muscle as her calves pressed tightly against Jun’s sides, pinning her midsection with brutal force. Her core braced and tightened, adding more force to the scissorhold, compressing Jun’s ribs and forcing the air from her lungs. Avery’s body shifted slightly, positioning herself to maximize the pressure, but her eyes never left Jun's face. With every squeeze, Avery’s legs tightened further, her powerful lower body working in tandem to inflict maximum discomfort.

After holding the squeeze for a moment, Avery released the pressure just enough to take another sip of her daiquiri, her gaze still fixed on Jun. She could almost taste her defeat, but there was no rush. Avery was enjoying this far too much to hurry it. Once again, she delivered a slow, deliberate squeeze. The feeling was intoxicating, and Avery’s smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with dark satisfaction.